The last day,
frost melts from broken lips,
rusted shut
in the shape of wishes
unfulfilled.

A blessing
and a curse,
all moments lead to one,
a thousand greetings
buried
within a single
goodbye.

Rain taps a metal lid,
the sun
cannot warm the cold
sealed within
and we
commit our hearts
back
to the dirt.

Tomorrow is promised,
but we
are not all going
to see it...

Not together.
again.